The Pope is coming.

The news was delivered to the hotel by Ophelia's servant early in the morning.

Different from the tool man who was just there to deliver the message before, the person who delivered the message this time inexplicably had a more "noble" feeling of the palace.

At least he didn't call Ophelia "Princess". Instead, he said directly, "Your Highness, Princess Ophelia, has decided to go to the city gate at noon today to welcome the arrival of the Pope of the Holy See of Light."

"His Highness has said that if you plan to go to the city gate together at noon, please be sure to 'dress properly' and do not reveal your identities."

Then, this knight, who stood straight the whole time and even had a golden sword hanging around his waist, left the hotel in a majestic manner, wearing armor that made a constant noise when he walked.

Suli knew that the so-called dressing meant that Roy, who had become a multi-functional tool man since coming to this city, would cover everyone with a thick layer of ice element.

Egbert and Lan Zhe are not like crows. As long as this crow wants to disguise himself, he will be just an ordinary crow in the eyes of everyone.

The other two saints were the opposite. Although they were quite powerful, they had not yet reached the level where they could completely restrain their own elements.

Therefore, every time he went out, he needed to be covered with a layer of ice element by Roy, and he also needed to deliberately avoid using his own strength.

For example, now that it is clear that everyone cannot let Sully go to see the Pope alone with a crow on his head, Roy has already consciously started the elemental covering.

However, when covering Sully with that layer of elements, Roy looked at him and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't go to see the Pope, young master."

"Since the princess has not yet taken the throne, she will definitely not hide any information in order to achieve a balance of power with the Pope."

Roy even felt that Ophelia was probably eager to put a bunch of information related to the Pope directly into Sully's head.

So it seems a bit unnecessary to just take a look at the Pope.

After being completely enveloped by the ice and water element, Suli shivered and said, "Ophelia certainly can't be hiding anything about the intelligence, but my purpose of going to see the Pope is not to learn about him. I just want to let Crow see if you can beat him."

As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly became silent.

Roy looked up at Lan Zhe, whose forehead was bulging with veins, and then coughed before saying, "That makes sense."

Du Ya chuckled innocently, then spoke in human language: "No one refuted this, it seems that everyone is somewhat aware of their own strength."

As a result, the veins on Egbert's forehead began to throb.

In order to avoid a fight between the two before meeting the Pope, Sully wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and said, "At least we have to see the Pope first."

On the eve of lunch, the group of people, who had gotten ready, headed towards the city gate at the time when they were supposed to be having lunch.

The streets, which were previously deserted due to the recent chaos caused by the Dark Church, became extremely busy due to the Pope's arrival.

At least Sulido heard several passers-by say, "Thank you, God of Light."

"Your Holiness the Pope has not given up on us! From today on, those villains of the Dark Church will have to return to their dark corners."

"Those stinky rats deserve to be illuminated by the might of the God of Light."

"Thank you, God of Light, thank you for your help."

But the situation now is that the Pope has not really appeared yet.

When the Pope actually appeared, Suli finally felt what the conflict between divine authority and royal authority meant.

At the moment when the people around them knelt down, Egbert took Sully and hid in the side of a house.

Under the shadow of the trees, Suli, who was not very tall, saw the Pope's figure from a distance through the crowd.

He was a man who looked no different from an ordinary man in his seventies or eighties.

Silver-white hair, a wrinkled face, and a slightly hunched body. No matter from which angle you look at him, you can't feel any threat from him at first glance.

But the more this happened, the more terrifying Suli felt.

A guy who, in the eyes of everyone, has dedicated his body and soul to God, but deep down in his heart he has a strong desire for power that cannot be ignored, and he is about to succeed...

For a person of this age, even the word "hypocrite" cannot be used to accurately describe him.

In this situation, Sully also saw the expression of Ophelia, who was the greeter.

She has a blank expression that is very typical of a princess.

Sully could even see that when the Pope greeted the people with a charitable look on his face, Ophelia's downward curl of lips clearly showed her disdain.

The man who was almost synonymous with old age was now speaking to a child who looked about seven or eight years older than him: "The God of Light has received your prayer and sent me to help this city. I hope you will continue to believe in the God of Light. As God's agent, I will always be under the statue and pray for all believers."

For a child who already believed in the God of Light, these words were like implanting the concept in his mind that as long as he believed in God, everything would be fine.

Although this is a phenomenon shaped by the larger environment, Suli still feels a chill down his spine.

Sully didn't dare to imagine what the country would be like if Ophelia didn't have any rebellious thoughts towards the Pope.

The most outrageous thing is that a very famous archduke in this city even cried for joy when he saw the Pope, and kept saying: "The king is finally saved!"

At this moment, the gloom on Ophelia's face could no longer be concealed.

Suli also felt terrible.

The truth of all conspiracies lies in the hands of very few people.

Suli forced himself to lower his head and focus on the shadows of the leaves.

The branches blown by the wind caused the shadows cast by the sun to sway continuously. At the same time, Sully also saw his own shadow trembling slightly.

This is not because Suli thinks the Pope is so terrible, he just thinks that the world itself is more dangerous than any person in it.

Suli even felt that his previous actions were somewhat deviant.

After all, what needs to be addressed most urgently is not the Pope, but the human beings in this world themselves.

Even though the Pope is powerful, and even though the Church of Light is influential, if everyone acts as if it is the way it should be, then even if the Pope dies, there will always be a second, third, fourth, and countless more Popes to come.

Whether the status quo can be maintained depends on whether the person sitting on the throne of Pope has deeper desires.

"We should go back." Suli heard himself say this in a cold voice.

He is not the kind of person who would give up just because there are too many difficulties.

Suli now seems to have lost his role as a planner, like a player who finds that the boss is too strong, has too much health, and his own output is too low.

——My mind is full of thoughts about how to improve my own conditions.

…

That night, when Ophelia rushed to the hotel under the moonlight, she saw Sully who had been sitting in the lobby, waiting for her for a long time.

"What do you think?" Ophelia blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Suli asked back.

Ophelia sat down on the side of the square table and said angrily, "Of course, it means when to take action against that old man."

There was an irrepressible murderous rage in her eyes.

"It depends on you." Suli said truthfully, "As long as you haven't sat on the throne, you still have reasons to argue with the Pope. After all, facts have not become facts yet, so all doubts can be regarded as groundless."

"Heh." Ophelia grabbed the teapot on the table, poured herself a glass of water, and gulped it down before saying, "That sounds good, but how can I continue to be a puppet under that man? Ever since I planned to betray and go to the Mercenary City to find the 'Prophet', I have been sketching the scene of rebellion in my mind all the time."

"But plans are always changing. Who would have thought that the bastard would be here before I even took the throne?"

At this point, Ophelia was so angry that she threw the cup she had just drunk water from to the ground and smashed it to pieces.

"It's better not to let me know who is behind this." Ophelia said with a murderous look on her face.

Sully was thinking in his heart that no matter how hard Ophelia tried to investigate, she would never guess that it was him who delayed her from becoming queen.

Because it doesn't make sense.

Their cooperation was originally intended to allow her to sit on the throne of queen and have the power to check and balance the Pope. If she could not sit on the throne of queen, Ophelia's added value would only be severely reduced.

Sully was too lazy to reply. He just raised his chin, held the cooled teacup in his hands, looked at Ophelia coldly and said, "So what are you going to do?"

"Ah..." Ophelia deliberately stretched out her voice, her eyes full of cruelty, and said, "Of course, the identities have been swapped to the end, and it has been completely confirmed."

"My 'father' had been lying in bed for a long time and had not woken up. He died suddenly. Of course, his condition had worsened, but what if he died while the Pope was being treated..."

"For a princess who has a very close relationship with her father, it is reasonable for her to suddenly attack the Pope in anger."

As she spoke, a strange smile appeared on Ophelia's face.

"But even if we can cooperate with you and directly besiege the Pope to death at that time, have you ever considered how you will deal with the residents of the inner city who thought they could be saved by the Pope after his death?" Sully looked at Ophelia calmly. He had an idea in his mind, but his face remained expressionless.

Ophelia indifferently picked up another teacup from the table, and poured the water from the teapot into the teacup. When the clear sound of water rang out, she said: "I, Ophelia, amike is 80% better than Does a prince recognized by the nobles need to pay attention to the common people? "

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